I kinda thought adding “Vol.” to the title made it sound a little encyclopedia-ish-y.
(Certainly not that I thought any ‘volume’ needed to be added to anything I do. Or say.)
And I am quite sure right here is where most of you come to find life’s answers.
(I know. Even I can’t keep a straight face on that one.)
(I kinda have a secret.)
It’s kind of an odd feeling being here…then being there. Then back here. But I’m good with it.
“There” is Lux Magazine.
(There’s a man now.)
And as much as I love your comments here…throw some over there, too.
(He really makes the others in the past look totally lame.)
(Best first date of my life last Saturday night.)
And I’m certainly not opposed to a little lie if you don’t love me here. But act like you do there. Because if you look at their “Who We Are” page…they have listed yours truly as a contributing writer.
I shit you not.
I almost died when they told me. Literally. It was hard to breathe.
(He’s reeeally cute. Really.)
So, go! Run over there now and read and laugh and comment and drink wine and make me feel loved.
(And I’ll tell you more on him later if he hangs around. But I think he might. Because I’ve been minding my manners and acting right. So far, anyway.)
(Cross your fingers for me.)
And if you’re on Facebook…’like’ me. (That sounds so stupid.)
And ‘like’ Lux, too.
And check out those Sassy Auto Frames over on the lower right. Not me, but a totally brilliantly cool chick.
And follow me on Twitter. (Click that link over there on the upper right.)
And follow me on Pinterest. (No clue how to tell you to find me there…just dig.)
Cause that’s where I hang and spread all kinds of encyclopedia-sh-y crap.
And follow me to Magic Mike. Cause I’m going tomorrow and God knows you’ll be hearing about that later, too.